Cheating and Rivals Pt. 51-52

Jen handed Mike a box. Mike looked inside. It was an antique pocket watch. Mike opened it. Inside the cover, Jen had inserted a picture of herself and Frank. They were smiling and Frank had his arm around her. They looked like a happy couple.

"You think he'll like it?" Jen asked.

Mike asked "Where'd you get it?"

"An antique store in New Haven."

"You went all the way to New Haven?" Mike said surprised. That was a hike from Manhattan.

"I know, right?" Jen said with a half laugh. "I guess they're not popular anymore."

"Where's the picture from?" Mike asked.

"The Caribbean vacation," Jen said.

"Oh yeah, you looked tanned."

"Yeah, a little," Jen agreed.

Mike slowly nodded as he processed all this. He imagined his wife, going from store to store, searching for the perfect pocket watch for her boyfriend. He imagined her carefully trimming the picture so it fit into the watch. Had Jen spent nearly as much time shopping for his Christmas gifts? Probably not. Jen knew Mike, they'd been together for years; he was easy to shop for. In contrast, this was Jen's first Christmas with Frank. She had to think about what he would like.

Jen's first Christmas with Frank, Mike thought again. The first of many?

"Are you okay Mike?" Jen asked when he didn't say anything.

Mike's heart was beating wildly in his chest. His cock was rock hard. He forced himself to calm down. He said "Aren't you worried people will see the picture?"

"I thought about that," Jen said contemplatively. "But I mean, who would dare touch Frank Tower's watch?"

Mike felt like Jen just hit him with a bag of bricks. He kept his focus on the watch to hide his emotions. Still, he was reeling inside. Was Jen's statement somehow a knock against him? That Jen wanted a strong man - a man other men feared - and he wasn't nearly man enough for her?

Mike was a cuckold. He let other men fuck his wife. How could Jen possibly think he was strong? Who would fear him? Mike knew the answer. Nobody. No one feared Mike Andrews.

"Are you okay honey?" Jen asked again, interrupting his thoughts. "Is the watch too much? I have a backup gift."

"A backup gift?" Mike asked dumbly.

"A tie," Jen said. "I'll give him that if you want me to. It's just, I want to give Frank something he'll use. Something he won't toss into the closet."

Mike forced himself to get a grip. After all, he was the one who encouraged her to develop feelings for Frank, to think of Frank as her boyfriend rather than just a lover, and after all it was Christmas. Forcing a smile, he said "Give him both. From you, I'm sure he'll cherish them. I would."

Jen smiled and beamed at Mike. "Thanks baby. You always say the most perfect things."

They hugged. Then Jen hesitantly said "So I guess I'll go to Frank's after dinner?"

"Just you?" Mike said, feeling jealous about his wife spending Christmas evening with another man.

"I meant we," Jen quickly corrected. She giggled and said "Remember? You're going to hold my hand?"

Mike nodded. That was the plan. Jen wanted him to hold her hand as she came on Frank's cock.

"We have to dress up though," Jen said. "Frank's having a party."

"Another one?" Mike asked surprised.

"It's small. He's entertaining business partners from Asia," Jen said. "We won't know anyone." After a moment's hesitation, she added "I'll be with Frank. Is that okay?"

Mike nodded slowly, taking this all in. Jen would be Frank's girl tonight, not his. She'd be on his arm. Although, how was that any different than last night?

His stomach really churning now, Mike asked, "You planned this with Frank?"

"No," Jen assured him. "It all happened today. He's been texting me. If that's not okay -."

"It's okay," Mike said, his cock rock hard. He was thinking with his little head again despite all his conflicting feelings. But he added firmly "But you have to come home with me tonight." Mike would be able to play the 3rd wheel, hold Jen's hand as Frank made her cum, as long as he knew they would be back together again that night. As long as he was able to reconnect with her, hold her as she slept.

"Of course baby, that's what I was planning," Jen assured him, rubbing his arm. They heard Anna start to stir down the hall. "Can you get her? I'll get ready."

Mike nodded, knowing it took Jen a lot longer to get ready compared to him. "Wear this okay?" he said handing the gold anklet to her. He grinned and said "It means you're a hot wife."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. It was pretty, a thin yellow gold anklet. She asked "Which ankle?"

"People do it differently," Mike told her. "I'd rather your left ankle. The same side as your wedding ring." After a moment he added "If you wore stockings tonight, I'd want you to wear it under your stockings. But I guess you're not wearing stockings."

"You know I can't Mike," Jen said gently. Despite her gentle tone of voice her words tore at Mike's heart. But Mike knew the score. Frank wanted her bare legged. Jen was so into Frank she did what he wanted, not Mike.

Wanting to make her husband feel better, Jen raised her left foot and gave him a sweet smile. "Put it on me baby," she asked him.

Jen was wearing flats. Mike took off her flat (he didn't have to; he wanted to). Then he fastened the delicate gold anklet around her ankle. It took all his will power not to lavish kisses on the sole of her pretty foot.

Jen arched her pretty foot and playfully dug her toe into his chest. Mike barely suppressed a moaned. He had a major foot fetish and Jen had the prettiest feet in the world (at least to Mike). "I'm just playing the game," she assured him. "That's why I'm not wearing stockings tonight. I'll wear stockings for you again someday."

"When Frank's over?" Mike asked. When Jen nodded, he asked "When will that be?"

"Eventually baby," Jen assured him. It's what she always said nowadays, "eventually." But her nebulous assurance gave Mike little relief.

Realizing that and trying to give Mike more assurance, Jen poked her toe into his chest again and promised "I'll never take it off. Just like the Sophia ring."

Mike smiled. He saw Jen was also wearing his tennis bracelet, on her left wrist. She rarely took it off. So that meant she always wore his tennis bracelet, the Sophia ring, and now the gold anklet too. That made him feel good.

"But um, baby ... you know I can't wear my rings tonight," she said hesitantly.

Mike nodded, the reality of tonight shattering their brief moment of marital intimacy and togetherness. "I get it," he said. She was Frank's date tonight among his friends. Naturally she couldn't wear her engagement and wedding rings. He understood, but it still felt like a knife to his heart.

Sometime later Jen came downstairs wearing a black, body hugging cocktail dress and black high heels. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Her makeup was heavier, just as Frank preferred. She looked stunningly beautiful, like a movie starlet or super model.

"You look incredible," Mike gushed, he said siding up to Jen. "I don't remember this dress."

"It's new. The shoes too," Jen whispered. Mike nodded. Jen didn't say it but he knew they were from Frank. Selected by Jen's stylists and bought using Frank's unlimited bank account.

It took Mike less than 30 minutes to shower and dress. In the shower he stroked himself. There was no way he'd make it through the evening without some relief. He allowed the cuckold angst to wash over him. How Frank was able to give Jen so much more. How Jen must think his gifts were pathetic next to Frank's. How Jen was so excited to see Frank to not only get his gift but also feel his cock inside her. Yes, Jen had told a good story earlier. He even believed her. But still, he couldn't help thinking last night and this morning were pity fucks. To make Mike feel good so he wouldn't object to her spending tonight with Frank. So she would get the real fucking she wanted. From Frank.

Mike lurched and shot his jizz against the ceramic tile walls. Then he leaned against the wall, panting and catching his breath as the hot water sprayed down on him. With his lust gone, he felt a wave of melancholy and regret wash over him. He closed his eyes and tried to force it away. But the dark emotions wouldn't go away. With his lust gone all that was left was the angst, the kind that hurt and depressed him. He had to force himself to finish showering and dressing, wondering how he was going to get through the evening.

As he walked down the stairs, he saw Anna bouncing around from sofa to ottoman to love seat. She was using the family room like a gym, gleefully leaping and tumbling all over the place. Everyone was watching, Mike, Jen and her parents. They were all smiling (even Jen's dad). Then Anna, knowing she had an audience, pretended she was a ballerina, gracefully pirouetting across the family room floor.

Mike was incredibly proud. Anna was his pride and joy, a fireball one moment, a graceful ballerina the next. He imagined this was how Jen was when she was a little girl. It was like a time machine into the past.

Suddenly Anna leaped into Mike's arms, like an Olympic gymnast soaring between the uneven bars. In a smooth motion, Anna wrapping her little arms around his neck and gave him a loud wet razzberry on his cheek. Mike laughed, as did everyone else. For Mike though, it was like a dark cloud opening up and the bright sun shining through. Being with Anna, seeing her bouncing and dancing around, it made Mike happy and drove the dark emotions away.

"Why so dressed up?" Emma asked Jen when they got to her house. Jen was helping Emma with the Christmas turkey.

"Mike and I are going out after," Jen said to her older sister. Being vague, she added "A friend's having a little get together."

"Hey, how's my favorite sister-in-law?" Vick said entering the kitchen. Vick was Emma's husband. They were both 35. With his dark, slicked back hair and slim physique, Vick had a resemblance to a younger Matt Dillon.

Vick hugged Jen from behind. Jen let him kiss her cheek hello. She was polite to Vick but didn't like him. Emma got pregnant with Vick's child and dropped out of college. They got married and had a boy, Ray (he was 16 now). That's not what she disliked about Vick. It was everything else.

While Vick could be charming and even charismatic, Jen didn't think he was a good husband to Emma. He was an outrageous flirt, going after anything in a dress. She suspected he cheated, just like her father cheated on her mom. The Johnson girls were all the same. They were all attracted to the Colins of the world.

Jen knew she had the best of both worlds. She was married to a wonderful supportive man like Mike, who was her rock, her soul mate. Yet she was able to explore her sexuality with men she was physically attracted to, like Colin, Scott, and yes, Frank Tower.

Jen walked over to Mike and leaned into him. She kissed him and said "Thank you."

"What for?" Mike asked with a smile.

"For everything," Jen said, a twinkle in her blue eyes. Mike knew she was talking about their game.

"Thank you," Mike said with a grin at her, emphasizing the word you. He whispered "Excited about later?"

"I'm wet," Jen whispered back with a giggle. "That answer your question?"

"You're wearing one of Frank's panties?" he whispered.

"Not in this dress. Panty lines," Jen said. "It's just me under this dress."

Mike's eyes immediately went to Jen's bust. Yes, he could just make out the slight dents formed by the nipple bars.

Jen knew what he was looking at. "You can't really see them in this dress," she whispered.

"No bra too?" he whispered. He reached down and subtlety caressed her sexy flat stomach, feeling the belly ring under her dress. When Jen nodded, he gushed "You're amazing. I love you so much."

"You better mister," Jen said beaming at him.

"Okay, no more of that," Vick shouted from across the kitchen.

"I know, really, you guys still act like newlyweds," Emma joked with a playful roll of her eyes. Mike and Jen grinned at each other. That was a benefit of their game. It kept their relationship fresh; they never fell into the boring routine of the stereotypical married couple.

Throughout the evening Mike noticed Vick checking Jen out. Vick always did that. No doubt he had a major hard-on for his sister-in-law. At 35 Emma was still an attractive girl, but not the beauty she used to be. Her looks had faded, probably from the emotional distress of having a no-good husband like Vick.

Jen on the other hand still had the youthful looks of a coed. She was drop dead gorgeous and had a sexy, tight body. Mike gave himself some credit for that. He supported Jen in everything and he never cheated.

Then Mike thought about Allie and felt guilty. He pushed that memory out of his head. It was just that one time. It would never happen again. Allie would never say anything so Jen would never find out. It was like it never happened. At least that's what Mike told himself.

Mike knew Jen was probably aware of Vick's stares but pretended not to notice. The idea of Jen getting fucked by her brother-in-law turned Mike on of course. It was like Jen fucking his brother Joe; the taboo added major octane to his cuckold fantasy. But Jen would never do that to her sister, and Mike wouldn't want her to. So Mike never suggested it and they never discussed it, not even once.

This night Vick took extra looks at Jen's tits. Probably he also saw the slight dents in her dress made by the nipple bars. Mike wondered if Vick would fuck Emma tonight fantasizing about his sister-in-law. The idea got Mike hot. But again, Mike would keep this fantasy to himself.

After dinner Mike and Jen drove to Frank's mansion. Anna went home with Jen's parents. Her mom was babysitting. Jen's dad and Vick announced they were going out to a bar. Mom and Emma didn't approve but they didn't object either. Emma decided to take Ray and go to her parents' house too. This way Ray and Anna could play (either though they were over 10 years apart, the cousins loved playing together).

Mike could tell Jen was excited to spend time with Frank. She absent-mindedly played with the big diamond of Frank's necklace the way she often played with the strands of her long blonde hair. He said "Tonight you don't have to lie about the necklace. You can say Frank gave it to you."

"Oh yeah, I guess that's right," Jen said. She hadn't thought about it.

Remembering last night, Mike planted a fake smile on his face and said "I get why you didn't tell people I gave it to you. You didn't want to disrespect Frank."

"That's not why," Jen said. "I didn't think you wanted me to say you gave me something you didn't."

"Yeah that's right," Mike said with the fake smile still on his face.

"Mike, really, that's the reason. I didn't want to disrespect YOU," Jen assured him. "I don't care about Frank's feelings. He can take care of himself."

"So you feel like I need taking care of?" Mike asked. He still wore the fake smile.

"I'm your wife so of course I take care of you," Jen assured him. She rubbed his arm. "Don't get hung up by Frank's gifts. Remember? It's like us going to the Starbucks for a latte."

"Must be nice to be so rich," Mike said, trying to keep his voice light.

"It's just money Mike," Jen said. "You know I don't care about money."

"You're excited to get his Christmas gift," Mike reminded her.

"Because it's part of the game," Jen insisted. "That's all. We're playing baby. It's not real."

"Okay, I get it," Mike said with the fake smile on his face again.

"Really baby," Jen insisted. "I promise you, it doesn't matter what Frank gives me. I love your coupon book a lot more. I love all your gifts a lot more."

"Yeah, okay," Mike said. Though, he was skeptical looking at the dress and high heels Jen was wearing (both gifts from Frank and probably costing more than what Mike earned in a month).

But Mike didn't want to ruin the evening. Despite his mixed feelings he was just as excited as Jen about tonight. So he joked "Even the hot wife anklet?"

"Even that," Jen said with a laugh. "You call it a hot wife anklet. I think it's a pretty gold chain from my wonderful husband."

Mike grinned at Jen. This time the smile was real.

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Jen took off her wedding and engagement rings. "Can you hold these for me?" she asked handing them to Mike.

Mike stared at Jen's ringless left hand as he put them in his pocket.

"Frank wants to impress his friends," Jen said. With a modest smile and shrug she said "With his new pretty girlfriend. So -."

"You'll be attached to him tonight," Mike said, finishing her sentence.

"Yeah," Jen said with another shrug. She clutched Mike's hand. "You're up for this?"

"You're coming home with me right?" Mike asked again, wanting to hear her say it again.

"Yes, definitely," Jen assured him, squeezing his hand.

"Then yeah, I want to be here with you," Mike said. Watching Jen with her "boyfriend" as he played the 3rd wheel was cuckold gold for Mike.

The dinner party was both difficult and delicious for Mike. Jen played the part of Frank's devoted girlfriend. Frank had a large staff to prepare and serve the food. Jen's job was to make everyone feel welcome and have a good time. (Frank's guests were 8 married couples, all Asian, ranging in age from 40s to 60s.)

Jen was born for this role. Not only was she bubbly and engaging, she was empathetic so she always knew exactly what to do to make people feel welcome and happy.

Of course, Jen was on Frank's arm the entire time. That was the hardest part, for Mike to see his wife constantly touching Frank, holding his hand, laughing at his jokes, responding to his every whim. Acting like Frank's perfect, devoted girlfriend.

From time to time, Jen glanced at Mike and gave him a subtle smile, but otherwise she ignored him. Which was natural, since she was with Frank, not Mike.

The wives gathered around Jen like she was the focal point of the party (which she was as Frank's new girlfriend). They lavished attention on Jen, paying special attention to her diamond necklace (these older ladies were all wealthy and immediately recognized the extraordinary quality and cost of the diamond).

Frank approached with a slim rectangular box. It was wrapped with a red ribbon and bow. "Jenny I haven't had an opportunity to give you your Christmas gift," he said with a smile. He handed the box to Jen.

"Wait, open my gift first," Jen said. She gave Frank the small box.

Frank looked truly stunned and moved when he saw the pocket watch, especially when he opened it and saw the picture of them. "It will always be with me," he promised Jen while beaming into her eyes.

Next Jen gave Frank the tie. Frank grinned and insisted on putting it on. "Let me," Jen said. They smiled into each other's eyes as Jen tied the tie. As he watched this, Mike felt his head spin with cuckold angst. It was delicious and made his cock hard as a rock, but also tore at his heart.

Finally it was Jen's turn. All the wives (and the husbands as well) watched with eager anticipation as Jen unwrapped Frank's gift. Then she opened it. There was a collective intake of breath as everyone saw the contents.

It was a tennis bracelet.

And not just any tennis bracelet. It was a baker's dozen of large diamonds. A string of 13 diamonds, each as large and perfect as the diamond of the necklace.

It was the most amazing thing Jen had ever seen. Her hand was shaking as she held it out. Frank fastened the tennis bracelet around her wrist. With an awestruck smile Jen held out her hand for the wives to see. They all gushed about the amazing beauty of the bracelet and how lucky Jen was to have such a wonderful boyfriend like Frank Tower.

Mike felt like he'd been hit with a bag of bricks. He staggered away from the party. He was a hanger-on anyway, pretending to be a colleague of Frank. No one noticed his absence. Jen never looked his way as he disappeared down the hall.